I'm now three weeks into my four-week reprise tenure as a trainee storyliner on Neighbours and ... good grief ... I'm awful. Worse than just being bad, I find I'm totally humourless. How does that happen to a person?
I used to be witty and sly and irreverent. Didn't I? Fuck, I hope I did. It seems so difficult to remember the jaunt in my step and the song in my heart. In so many ways my life is wonderfully, gloriously happy, and yet ... I'm just a big dour blob at work. I don't know what to do.
Imagining people naked is not good. I'm imagining some people there naked the whole time and it's not relaxing me.
Being happy there lasts me about ten minutes, 'til that thing (whatever it is) grinds me down again.
I can't really complain about the environment there either. Okay, I lie, of course I could complain. But there's nothing to be gained from that. The Neighbours story community has as many positives as negatives, so it's my fault if I get bogged down by the blues. Blaugh.
So I have one week left to lighten up and be brilliant. Tips welcome.
